No Transfer

"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said
"I'd like to see what it'd be like
To take a different road
That didn't wind up in a dull suburban life

'Cause we've got
We've got so much, still know I'm losing
It always
Hits me hardest when traffic's not moving"

Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat
Chew my leg out from the snare and limp away to don't know where
But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride
'Cause we still queue up outside and that's the way it is, the way that we exist

"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said
"I'd like to see what it'd be like
To take a different road
That didn't end up in a dull suburban, a dull suburban life

'Cause we've got
We've got so much, still know I'm losing
It always
Hits me hardest when traffic's not moving"

Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat
Chew my leg out from the snare and limp away to don't know where
But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride
'Cause we still queue up outside and that's the way it is

This route's not going away
This route's not going away
This route's not going away

It's not going, it's not going, it's not going
This route's not going away
It's not going, it's not going, it's not going
This route's not going